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I reused a bg lmao. I was like “well idk what to use for the background that would go w risotto. I think ill just make a collage like i used to.” AND THEN I REMEMBERED ABOUT THIS ONE

Anyway im surprised i never did a risotto wallpaper until now. Like seriously?!?!??????

I think I should’ve evened out/ unified the gradient in the bg by applying a solid gradient + applying a blending mode tbh. But i still like this piece

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risotto and melone doodle + reference image below

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my bird brain likes sparks QvQ

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Risotto is trying on his new outfit~

(outfit from the cover of Jojo magazine)

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Got a second copy of volume 6 and am using it to make some pretty scrapbooking frames of metal man

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Difficult Questions for Muses

Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary. | Please specify for multimuses which muse the question is for.

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

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more chibis qvq

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technically risotto did sport black lipstick so if u say he never did ur lying and wrong!!!!

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A chill runs down his spine as he recognizes the voice immediately. You never truly forget what the person who nearly killed you sounded like even several months after recovering. They both had walked away from that fight and the Boss knew he had survived. He had to speak carefully.

❝I could say the same about you. We should both be six feet under by now.❞

His tone is flat. There was no way he was going to show any signs of vulnerability. Especially not when this call was completely unexpected. Why would this hazardous man want to reveal to Risotto Nero that he was alive? The Leader of the assassins, traitors who had gone after him. The one of them all who was so close to killing him. There had to be a catch.

❝Why are you calling me?❞

there is a marked pause on the other end of the line. a distant breath only heard, perhaps, but most certainly hesitation in allowing his voice to be heard by this particular assassin. to speak was to risk being known, being discovered & hunted down like some wild beast by the traitors who'd dragged him from his lofty throne. but that is all that happened. survival was imperative despite a bloodied pride, & so diavolo made for the winds & tight-nit napoli streets in his escape.

❝ risotto nero, ❞ his voice is low, almost a whisper in the dark of a cold room many a mile away, known to the man who'd survived their last encounter several months ago. there was respect alone for that, at least. so, why call now ? oh, diavolo had been pondering that thought since daylight. fooling only himself into simply being curious if risotto remains with passione or not. ❝ your ability to defy fate is ... most impressive. ❞

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Men who grab your neck to kiss you >>>

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"I'm not your bro. I have no family. The last one I cared about was murdered."

His eyes dart to her neck as the shape of sharp metal slides beneath her skin. Blood trickling down from surface wounds where it had torn through flesh.

The sight had his pupils shrink in the underlying thrill of hurting someone. He had always been an efficient killer. However, there were times when killing someone wasn't as beneficial.

"We can continue to be at this stalemate," his eyes return to being locked on hers, "or - you can release me, and the threatening metal in your throat will disappear. It's really your choice. I only wanted to make a deal. You're the one who got catty. All you had to do was answer a few questions. A shame, really. I have an insterest in your Stand, but I'm not going to let you run amuck in my part of town."

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🤞chin grab meme

they were locked in place, like embracing statues, but far from a loving one. her hand was clamped around his throat with a grip that made her knuckles turn white, not quite choking the fuck out of him -- as much as she wanted to, having to physically restrain her fingers from flexing, the blood on her hand she had used to conjure makeshift claws with her STAND, the fucker would drain in seconds if she nicked just the right spot, but if she used that blood as a wager to get some answers, why attack her? he seemed to know more about her business in ITALY than she did apparently, and that's was what was holding her back instead of just clamp her hold and being done with it. that, and the blade pressed to her throat, his hand was still on her face, a gentle yet form grip that locked their gazes, no knife in his other hand. the knife, or at least that's what she thought it was, because it was under her skin, her neck felt like it was on fire with the outline of the object creating an abormal bulging, the skin stretches to it's capacity causing fleshy tearing, swelling with blood that leaked from the edges of her wounds, not just the extruciating invasion, the sharp edge of the shape at first threatened to pierce her skin but as it settled under her skin, it squirmed dangerously close to her windpipe. the sensation made her want to gag. she didn't even bother to ask why there was suddenly a weapon in her throat, an enemy that's long grown sour in her throat. a STAND USER, not just a STAND USER.

a STAND USER... with a similiar ability to hers.

CHARLIE would laugh at the irony, but it came out as a spluttered cough before fading into a low chuckle.

❝ – keh, guess this is the part where you say you're my 'long lost brother', or some bullshit. ❞

❝ – well listen here, bro. i don't know what you think i'm doing, but it's got nothing to do with you. ❞

Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin

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"I'm not busy currently. What is it that you want?"

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// I have acquired numerous icons of the man, the myth, the legend. Gifted by only the bestest. Thank you, Vlad. I shall be insufferable with these.

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he's gonna run at risotto with babyface in hand and hope the other catches him. don't let him down, big guy!

Risotto immediately drops the papers in his hands. They scatter at his feet in disarray, but he has Melone in his arms. Catching him with a grunt and a sigh at the amount of time it would take to reorganize those documents again.

"You really have the worst timing."

The crimson of his irises barely peek out from heavily lidded eyes. Brow completely furrowed in annoyance.

"Do you really have to throw yourself at me with the trust that I will keep you from falling no matter what I am doing? Especially when I am working on things that will benefit you."

He hasn't set him down yet, and he makes no move to do so. Instead, he steps over his discarded papers.

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La Squadra Esecuzioni (except I forgot to draw Gelato and Sorbet) I'M SORRY 🙏

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i tried to draw him with goth outift TvT hehe